My Art Journal

I am not that great at art – and when I say art, I mean visual art. Put a camera in front of me and I can sometimes work magic, but a paintbrush? Not so much.

When I was younger I used to draw and paint, my creativity fueled by my surroundings, school art classes, and family. When my Kindergarten teacher had decided it was time to retire, left my old school a few years after I had her, I presented her with a painted picture on canvas as a present for everything she had done for me, and my class.

Since then I transitioned to writing; writing poetry since 5th grade and later photography towards the end of 7th. I became less confident in my visual art skills, and I rarely chose to paint or draw compared to how often I’d jump at the chance of taking photos with friends.

Then, I was introduced to bullet and art journaling through Instagram and Tumblr.

Art journaling fit me like a glove. It could incorporate mixed media, a combination of painting, printed pictures, drawing, and writing. I could even add items like old receipts or ticket stubs from happy memories.

I would have to say that the brand Moleskine with it’s classic, blank pages is my preferred type of journal, and I have been filling these books for almost 2 years now.  I love sharing pages of whatever I happen to create here and there on my Instagram (@aesthatiic) and have cultivated inspiration from other people sharing photos of their favourite spreads on the platform.

Below I have added some of my favourite pages from these past few months. If you are anything like me, I hope this inspires you to start a journal of your own as they are outlets for creativity that can take as many watts as you are willing to put in.

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Big Box Stores

The inspiration for poems of mine can come from many different sources, such as something someone said or an interesting object or photo. Big Box Stores was a poem I had written in Fall of 2017, based on a photo I had snapped at the Screening Room, our local movie theatre. Instead of giving you the poem’s meaning and explaining what it is trying to get at, I will let you try to figure that out yourselves.

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Big Box Stores

“The only game in town”

their neon sign reads,

overshadowed by corporations,

taking over with speed.

 

The bookstores and coffee shops

close in favour of big box stores.

 

Where people do not think

beyond the deal-plastered doors.

– Sarah Hesp

 

 

A Blog Post? A Poem? Who Knows.

Recently I have not been writing that much poetry, but the other day I had a little burst of creativity and wrote whatever you would call the collection of words below me. Since it was a first time in a while that I had written something I thought I would share. Here is a bit of writing that you could probably call a poem that is very much a work-in-progress.

 

I see like a camera.

 

The little things catch your eye.

Naturally normal, borderline boring.

 

Then, a change in perspective.

 

An idea in focus.

 

Suddenly the leaves on the trees

are not what they are

but what they could be.

 

The bright wall splattered with paint is

an escape from reality.

 

The people walking by are not simply that,

but the stars of short stories

captured in RAW format.

 

A flick of a wrist,

a hint of a smile.

 

Red scarf in the wind,

Converse on her feet,

a look of wonder and fear

both trying to compete.

 

Someone’s movement and magic

captured in time,

ready to keep going

if we use our mind’s eye.